Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.